Fart Blossoms

Jun 02, 2005 09:19

A wise friend (Timmy C) once (last night) told me that farts had emotions. I was skeptical until this morning. I lay in bed and farted and he was scared. He was weak and feeble like he was afraid of prosecution. Didn't he know we were alone and know one would hear him. Perhaps he was afraid because he was used to the tyranny of my ex-boyfriend who proclaimed in edict "GIRLS DON'T FART OR POOP." Perhaps that is why i have dubbed my fart a boy since it has been pounded into my psyche that girls aren't allowed to fart and always smell of roses and candy and shit. Well, not shit cause that would stink. Strike the shit part. Roses and candy. (period). That is too many periods. It is never ending cycle of periods. I think this entry has drifted.
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